Part 9 – This Mess Is So Big And So Deep And So Tall
Sarah groaned as she woke up, head and stomach both aching slightly. It took her a moment to realize her encounter with Melody hadn’t been a dream, helped along by to smell of baby powder still permeating her room, and that caused another groan as she wondered how long she’d been asleep, and how much time she’d have now to clean the house up. Had Melody gotten bored of waiting for her to wake up and left? That would be nice, and convenient, but she doubted she’d be rid of the girl so easily.
She’d rolled over onto her back in her sleep, it seemed, which seemed a little strange, since she was usually a very peaceful, and deep, sleeper, but she supposed it was because of all she’d been through. There was still a bit of an aftertaste of soap lingering in her mouth. She wondered how long that would be there. Probably at least until supper, when, no doubt, everything would taste vaguely bubbly, reminding her anew of that little humiliation.
Her stomach gave a low, somewhat ominous rumble. She was going to need to go to the bathroom somewhat soon. She figured she could hold it until Melody left – surely so, since she hadn’t felt that much a need to go before going to sleep – so she didn’t give it much of a thought until she sat up.
Then it was all she could think about. Her eyes went wide as she gasped loudly, tears springing to her eyes as she looked down at herself in shock, fumbling for the light switch again, this time finally hitting it. What she saw there only made her feel worse, as the lumpy seat of her diaper seemed to confirm what she’d already decided had to be, as hard as it was to wrap her head around the idea. She poked at the mass in her diaper in disbelief, squirming on her bed, trying to prove to herself somehow that it wasn’t true, but no matter what she did, there was still a warm, thick mess in the seat of her diaper, making her assume that her rumbly tummy was an after-effect, rather than a warning. That or, even worse, there was more to come.
“No…” she whimpered. “No, no, no!” This couldn’t be happening! She had managed to avoid full-out crying that whole day, though she’d come close several times, managing to stop herself before a few tears turned into a torrent. But now, there she was, in just a diaper that her former babysitting charge had put her in, after being put down for a nap in a room that now smelled a lot like a nursery, and she’d actually messed herself in her sleep! She started crying harder as she imagined Melody coming in and finding her, taking joy in pointing out that was something she’d never done, not even while awake, much less in her sleep. Sarah supposed she could say she’d done it before or after her nap, but was that really any better? There was really no backing out of this whole baby thing now. Unless she got out of Melody’s clutches in time to take the garbage out, which would probably seem suspicious, not to mention she had nowhere to take it, she had a feeling her mother would notice the smell, and then Sarah would have a lot of explaining to do, with no answers other than the obvious.
And God only knew what Melody would do. At the very least, there would be another round of Sarah being called a baby, more evidence she couldn’t refute to support that. There was bound to be a reminder that Melody had never pooped her pants, as a justification for her to make Sarah do anything babyish she wanted. There might even be a reminder of one of Sarah’s last attempts to break Melody’s bedwetting.
Sarah had marched into her room, holding a pan. Melody, of course, had been confused, since she’d been in the middle of doing her homework. “Get up,” Sarah had ordered.
“Sarah, I’m trying to…” she’d started to whine.
“Melody, stand up right now!” Sarah had told her sternly. With a sigh, the girl got up, diaper crinkling. Sarah made sure to check her, to make sure she hadn’t wet herself without coming to her to beg to use the bathroom, but, as usual, she was dry. “Melody, this is starting to get ridiculous. I have tried and tried to make you stop wetting your bed, but you just won’t listen. So I’m going to show you what being a baby is really like. Now turn around.” Melody hesitated, until Sarah barked a repeated, “Turn around!”
She’d pulled out the back of Melody’s diaper and began spooning the contents of the pan inside, piling the gloppy mess of oatmeal into the seat of her diaper as the girl protested and squirmed, but Sarah kept going until she’d emptied the pan. She let the waistband of the diaper snap back into place, then pulled it up tightly around the girl’s bottom, before giving the seat a nice, hard pat, the girl sniffling and fidgeting the whole time. “Babies don’t just wet themselves,” Sarah reminded her, spinning her back around. “Is this what you want?”
Melody had wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. Sarah grabbed her shoulders, forcing her back down onto her desk chair with a squelch. “I’ll change you when I get you ready for bed.”
“No, you can’t leave me like this! This is gross!” Melody had protested as Sarah took the pan and left, ignoring the girl’s every word, feeling quite proud of herself for thinking of this punishment.
“Son of a bitch,” Sarah whispered, sniffing the air. She poked again at her diaper, then, with just a little reluctance, tugged at the leg-band, glimpsing inside and finding just what she’d expected. That little bitch had tricked her! Made her think she’d committed the ultimate babyish act, when she was just repeating what Sarah had done to her. Mostly, she felt mad at herself for not realizing it earlier, before getting so upset, but she had to admit it was rather clever doing it while she was asleep, so her mind would be less clear for figuring out what happened.
As if on cue, Melody bustled in, heading straight toward Sarah. “What’s wrong, sweetie? I heard you crying, and I thought you might have fallen out of bed. I’m not sure why else you’d be crying! I mean, babies cry when they need changed, but you keep telling me you aren’t one of those, so I’m sure that’s not it!”
“Very funny.” Sarah got to her feet smugly, but the drooping diaper between her legs made it hard to sound too confident, so she sat back down, only to find the contents squishing around to make things worse. Not wanting to look like a jack in the box, she stayed seated. “Do you really think I was going to fall for that?”
“Then what were you crying about? Upset you wet the bed in front of me?”
“I didn’t!” Sarah’s heart pounded as she realized that, in her worry over her supposed ‘accident’, she’d forgotten all about that. She looked back down at her diaper, seeing that, sure enough, the wetness indicator was blurred. “It’s just from the oatmeal!” she said, flustered, putting her hand over it.
“Then how come you were wet before I put the oatmeal in there?” Melody smiled, like the cat who caught the canary. “Admit it, ‘widdle Sawah’, you’re a bedwetter, just like I used to be! And if you want to act like a baby and pee your bed, well, you deserve to spend some time in a full diaper! Isn’t that what you would prescribe?” Melody reached out, patting Sarah’s diaper.
Sarah blushed, unable to bring herself to admit the truth. “You’re lying!” she said instead. “I wasn’t wet, and you know it! I’m sorry about what I did, but you can’t…” Sarah stopped, gasping as a cramp hit her, bending her over slightly. Her cheeks turned red – if it was just oatmeal in her diaper, then her upset stomach from before could only have been from something about to happen. “Melody, you’ve had your fun, now I’m going to the bathroom, and you aren’t going to stop me!”
Sarah stood up defiantly, only to discover how unfortunate her phrasing was. As soon as her bottom left the bed, she could feel it starting. It was hard to believe it at first, keeping her from even thinking about trying to stop it, though she doubted that would have made a difference, considering how little they helped once she did start. For the first few moments, however, she was fully occupied with her thoughts, not realizing, in her shock and desperation, that she was saying them out loud. “What’s going on? Something’s happening… Oh, no! No, I can’t be! I must be imagining things… Oh, God, I can feel it, it’s still coming, it’s really happening… Ohhhh no! No, no, no! I’m filling my diaper!”
She whimpered, trying to clamp her hands over the back of her diaper, but not only did it not help, it was worse, feeling the sensation of her diaper ballooning out not just from inside, but out. No matter what she did, the mushy mess just kept coming, pushing out into her already full and sagging diaper. But this was far worse than what had been there before, because this time, she knew it was real, that she was helpless before it, and that she was doing it right in front of Melody, who looked positively ecstatic to be watching the scene play out.
“You were saying?” Melody giggled. “Jeez, Sarah, I was just joking with the oatmeal! I didn’t think you’d do the real thing! I never imagined you were this much of a baby! I bet that diaper’s getting pretty full, huh? Man, if you could see your face! Oh, wait…” Melody grabbed the shaking, sniffling girl and turned her around so she could see herself in her mirror.
There had been several times that day that Sarah had been sure were the most powerless she’d ever felt, but this one took the cake. She’d never have guessed the person in the mirror was her, and certainly not that she was 19 years old, with her red face, her eyes filled with tears, her diaper still expanding as it bulged outward. “Nooo,” she whimpered, squirming uncomfortably as, finally, after several long moments of watching the spectacle she was making of herself, it ended. How could this have happened? How could she have done this to herself?
“Wow! What a stinky baby you are!” Melody shook her head, giving Sarah’s bloated diaper a hard pat. Sarah saw her reflection wrinkle its nose and pout, still crying. “What’s that? Aren’t you going to tell me you aren’t a baby? No, I didn’t think so. Not anymore, huh? Only a baby would do this.” She gave another pat, then walked off, leaving Sarah alone with her thoughts while she bent down and grabbed another diaper from the floor. “All right, let’s get you fixed up.”
Sarah happily turned away from the mirror. “Thank you,” she sniffed, a little surprised that Melody would change her so quick – though she did have to admit, she didn’t particularly want to be around that smell much longer than she had to, so she doubted Melody would, either.
“Hey, it’s all right,” Melody smiled at her. “I am the babysitter, after all. That’s my job!” Sarah nodded, defeated. “Now, do you think I did a good enough job last time, or should I listen to your instructions again?” Melody took out her phone, flipping past an unnamed recording to one titled, ‘Please Diaper Me!’
“You did fine,” Sarah blushed, not wanting to have to listen to her own voice begging to be diapered. She knew it had been coerced out of her, but she still didn’t need to hear it.
“Fine? I don’t know if that’s good enough, especially with a big mess like this…”
“You were great!” Sarah exclaimed as Melody’s thumb moved toward the play button. “You know what you’re doing!”
“Well, if you say so,” Melody shrugged, putting her phone away.
Sarah sighed in relief as Melody bent down, starting to do something with her diaper. She assumed the girl was untaping it, but she didn’t feel the heavy thing loosen any and after a minute, she looked down, seeing that, instead, Melody had been ripping holes in the plastic for some reason.
“What are you doing?” Sarah asked, confused.
“Don’t worry your little head about it,” Melody replied patronizingly and she unfolded the second diaper, then brought it up between Sarah’s legs.
“No!” Sarah shook her head, figuring it out on her own. “Don’t do that!”
“You said I knew what I was doing,” Melody reminded her, pulling the fresh diaper up tight around the first. Sarah squeaked and squirmed as the warm, soft mess was pressed up against her skin while the diaper was taped snugly in place. It still sagged slightly, but for the most part, the second layer made sure it stayed right where it was, while holding Sarah’s thighs ever further apart, giving her a much more pronounced waddle as she followed Melody out of her room. She had no doubt it would have felt gross no matter what, but the sugaring had made sure the gooey mass in her pants was right against her soft, sensitive skin, making her all the more aware of it.
“Please, don’t make me wear this!” she begged, toddling after her babysitter as she made her way into the living room.
Melody ignored her. “I think it’s time I show you everything from the first box I brought for you,” she said, walking over to where it sat on the coffee table, dragging Sarah with her. She forced Sarah to sit on the table, on the opposite side from the box, the other girl whimpering and wrinkling her nose as her bottom sank into the contents of her diaper. Melody extracted the bow from the box first, putting it back in Sarah’s hair. “You remember this, don’t you?” Sarah nodded, suddenly feeling very apprehensive about what else might be in the box. “It’s still just as cute, but since you’re already in your diapers, I think we’ll add something else for the second round of dress-up. What do you think?”
Before Sarah could answer, Melody took something else out of the box. It was white, and looked ever so slightly familiar, though it wasn’t until Melody turned it around for her to see that Sarah recognized it as the shirt she’d put Melody in for the walk to the playground, or one that looked very similar. “No!” she shook her head. “I can’t wear that! It’s not going to fit!”
“We’ll see,” Melody countered, grabbing Sarah’s arm and forcing it through one of the sleeves, then wrapping it around the weakly protesting girl’s back and shoving her other arms through the second sleeve. She tugged the two side together, buttoning it with only the slightest difficulty. Sarah had to admit it was nice to have something on other than her diaper at last, especially something that covered her chest, but this was so tight it compressed what little breasts she had.
After that, Sarah had no doubt she knew what else was in the box, but it was still a little shocking to see it taken out and held up, knowing it was about to go on her, just as she’d put it on Melody way back when. “Lift your arms,” Melody ordered, and, seeing little other alternative, Sarah did so. The jumper was put over her head, tugged down over her body, then she was pulled to her feet. She found a hand automatically straying to the skirt, yanking at it, trying to make it longer, to no avail. She was only a little taller than Melody had been when she’d worn it, but the difference – along with how much bulkier her diaper was – was enough. No matter what she did, the diaper stuck out. There was no hope of moving around delicately and keeping it hidden, it was just there, bulging out from beneath the dark blue fabric.
“You look so cute!” Melody grinned. “Now, I think we’re going to have to start wrapping things up. I have one more thing planned. I know it’s raining, so we can’t go to the playground – or at least, it wouldn’t be very fun – but I want you to go fetch us an umbrella, and then we’re going to go for a nice, long walk around the neighborhood.”
“No, you can’t do that!” Sarah declared, though she hardly felt confident about the proclamation, even before Melody started to glare at her.
“Are you really still telling me no?” she asked, taking a step towards the girl, then reaching down, shoving the seat of her diaper up harder against her crotch. “You just don’t learn, do you? No wonder you still wet the bed, and your pants, at your age. Were you ever potty trained? Were you still peeing yourself while you were so obsessed with trying to make me stop wetting the bed?”
“No!” Sarah whimpered.
“I bet you were,” Melody continued. “I bet you were so hard on me because you were so upset that you just couldn’t keep your own bed dry, and you thought if you could figure out how to make me stop, maybe you’d know what to do to fix yourself, too. But you never did, did you? And you know why? Because I was just a kid, and I could grow out of it. But you’ve never been anything but a baby, and you never will be. Now come on, baby, get your babysitter an umbrella! I’m sure you don’t mind getting wet, but I do.”
Sarah wanted to refuse, but she just wasn’t sure she had it in her. Melody had worn her down – she knew by now the girl was going to get what she wanted, and the less trouble she made, the easier it would be for her, ultimately. Even so, going outside like this was much different than anything else she’d done that day. Nobody but she and Melody had to know about anything else – though if anyone happened to be out in the rain, they might see her now, standing there, blushing – but as soon as she started getting paraded through the neighborhood, anyone could see her. Anyone just sitting at home, bored, with nothing to because of the rain except stare out their windows and wonder if anything interesting would happen. She couldn’t manage another no, but she could sputter a, “But…” or two, stalling, hoping for a miracle.
She wasn’t expecting one, given the way the day had been going, but sure enough, one came. Before Melody could order her one more time to fetch an umbrella, and Sarah could break down and do it, the two were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Sarah looked out the window to see that, sure enough, her mother was home.